![]() >Scoot closer as you use you powers to try and scry what's going on >All you can see the the strangely dim light of the sun >Fall into the void, your tomb was in a chunk of free floating stone in space ![]() >Awaken after being sealed away 10,000 years >There people rejoice, they have been saved. >The world returns to a time of fear and darkness overseen by a primodial and inhuman king. >Warships are dragged down into the depths by things only heard of in hushed whispers even as strange shaddows flit across the skies at nihgt. >Gold of crowns and sceptres of state are melted down and used to hang petty tyrants who believed they had any right to rule, the orld has only one king. >Tomes of forgotten and forbidden lore are once again transcribed but bring people wisdom, the war had already shown them madness. >Magic of blood and bone revives the near dead of the war, but brings them back a bit strange. >Great forsets start to grow with unnatural speed across what should be battlefields, fed by blood and corpses, becoming dark and primeval. >Promices the masses in their dreams a rejection of this world and a return to the way things were. >Sees places that he remembers as beautiful made unrecognizable in their ruin. >Sees millions of men being fed into the meatgrinder of attrition war whilst nepotistic officers attend high class parties. >Sees children getting fed through industrial machienry because it's cheaper to get rid of people than stop the machine to clean it. >Ancient Evil wakes up during WW1 or setting equivelent event. All in the shadow cast by a dragon the size of a mountain range. A combination of mind control horror and Sherman's March to the Sea. People weeping as their bodies defy them and strike down those they called "friend" merely the day before. Even those who originally were part of the opposing force, if they share his blood, must answer the call. The most terrifying aspect of his awakening might not be the usual "fire and fury" kind of thing, but rather the fact that he can call directly to those of his blood, and so large swaths of the population suddenly find themselves marching to war, whether or not they have any formal training or capacity or even the will to do so. The longer he's been asleep, the more extensive his lineage. I have to imagine that a substantial portion of the world's nobility would find themselves suddenly press-ganged into serving great-great-grand-daddy. >I'm probably never gonna use this so I never figured out what that looks like. All I know is he's impossibly big for sure. Then, they must survive the asking of his second question: "Why?" Then they have to explain their purpose.Īnd then I guess he goes to war? I'm probably never gonna use this so I never figured out what that looks like. The players would have to survive one question from the God Dragon "Who?" Then introduce themselves so as to seem worthy. > For even the God Dragon's words are to a mortal as an errant breath to a candle flame, the guttering and death of one's very soul at risk with every word. > Whomsoever awakens him must summon all their tenacity to survive such a task. > But to awaken him is dangerous not only for the world, as such destruction would follow in his wake. > If so awoken, he would rally all those of his lineage to his side to fight, and prove a force of nature stronger than any mortal army could fathom. > It is said that, in a time of unrest, he may be awoken by the plea of worthy mortals. ![]() > The God Dragon Ür slumbers beneath the mightiest mountain of the High North. This reminds me of a concept I had in mind for D&D.
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